Chapter 257

The two of them immediately contacted Ophelia to inform her of the situation. Ophelia was Winford’s legally married wife, and they all knew this. Although they didn’t know the origin of the “housekeeper of the legitimate wife” claim, the talk of a mistress and being kept was utter nonsense! However, I didn’t expect that after making several calls, I still couldn’t reach Ophelia. Lenora still did not have Winford’s contact information.

She glanced at the forum again, and Lucy angrily typed, explaining to others that Ophelia was indeed the legitimate wife, and that the claims of being kept were completely false! However, as soon as it was posted, it was immediately besieged. Those jealous of Ophelia, along with the water army Adalynn had deliberately arranged, wished they could trample Ophelia in the mud. How could they possibly believe her explanation?

“Here it comes, here it comes, this was the little trumpet of a certain canary, right?!”

“I died laughing, that was the funniest joke I’d heard this year! The main wife? She, Ophelia, was even worthy of it?”

When someone previously argued that she might be the legitimate wife, I found it absurd. How much confidence did one need to say something like that?

“With such confidence, why not step forward and explain to everyone yourself? Don’t just run away at the first hint that the main wife is sending someone over!”

“Hehe, that person probably didn’t dare come out now, I guess it’s because they were afraid of being ambushed by the people arranged by the main wife.”

Lenora was not a fool; she quickly saw the traces of the water army and realized that explaining herself in a forum like this was completely useless!

So I still had to find Ophelia.

“We went straight to the apartment!” Lenora said with a tense expression, holding back her anger.

“Alright, let’s go together!”

The apartment.

Ophelia was still sleeping when Graham knocked softly on the door. It seemed she was disturbed, as her beautiful brows gently furrowed. Winford’s actions were quicker than his thoughts; by the time he realized it, his broad palm had already gently covered her ears. He comforted her like he would a small child, gently patting her back soothingly. When he saw her furrowed brow slowly relax, he finally felt at ease. Then he carefully got out of bed, took a pillow to replace himself, and stuffed it into her arms.

The thing she was holding suddenly changed, and the girl seemed a bit dissatisfied, her mouth pouting in grievance. She rubbed her small face against the pillow, as if sensing a familiar and reassuring scent, and only then did she settle down.

Watching this scene from the side, Winford’s lips curved slightly, and a soft emotion flowed in his eyes. He eased his movements and opened the bedroom door, then walked out.

“What is it?” The man’s tone was cold, and the hint of softness that had been on his face had vanished, returning to the imposing and intimidating Mr. Winford.

Graham glanced at the closed door behind Mr. Winford, lowered his voice slightly, and reported, “Madam’s cousin, Ms. Whitaker, along with her two classmates, came and said they had something important to discuss with her.”

Downstairs.

Lenora, Lucy, and Hannah sat upright on the sofa. Lucy occasionally glanced quietly upstairs, feeling somewhat shy and restless. Hannah was also a bit nervous, but she concealed it better than Lucy did.